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Hunter paused as he thought about Prism’s question. Why did he let his guard down? It sure as hell wasn’t intentional, but Hunter was also usually on point about things like this. The awkward pause in the conversation only grew as Hunter tried to gather his thoughts about the current situation. Grasping at straws, Hunter decided to give a bullshit answer to give him more time to think about it. Hunter tries to speak, but paused once more as he finally realized the true answer.

A wistful grin forms on Hunter’s face as he began to speak his mind. ”To be honest with you, even I don’t know why I chose to show you.” Hunter pushed his food to the side as he folded over his arms on the table. ”But I think I know why. I love Atlas and all, but I’ll be honest, it was a shithole to grow up in, especially for the people that were just trying to live.” Hunter’s wistful grin worsened as he thought about everything he had been through. However, as he started to speak again, the grin turned more accepting of his past as Hunter feels relieved from sharing his thoughts, ”It made me feel happy to know that other people persevered too.”

After getting such a feeling off his chest, Hunter would fumble around a bit as he’d try to move towards a different topic, or even get Prism to ask a question. Words that should’ve come out never did, and Hunter shuffled a bit in his chair at how weird he’s being right now. Sighing, Hunter just gave up and reiterate his feelings once again. ”Yeah. I guess that’s why I chose you. You persevered, and I couldn’t help but feel glad.”

Physical Characteristics: Yu stands at 5 feet, 6.5 inches and weighs in at 140lbs, his frame being a little smaller than average. His skin is a slightly darker shade of almond and his eyes are a deep-jade. Yu's face is round and completely clean-shaven, genetics being a large factor in that, making his face appear somewhat feminine. His long, straight hair extends smoothly to below his shoulder-blades and, while appearing black, is revealed to be a dark-violet when put to light. He either lets his hair run or has it put into a bun. When he leaves it to run, he lets it run untamed or in a ponytail, and when he doesn't feel like dealing with it, in a bun directly positioned on the back of his head (closer to the top when wearing a beanie) . Even from a somewhat short distance, it is not uncommon for Yu to be mistaken for a girl. [ ███ ]

Yu's typical outfits consists of a button-up shirt and jeans of all varieties and styles complimented with black or tan sneakers. When the weather isn't scorching, Yu also likes to put on a dark-blue parka. [ █ / █ ] [ █ ]

His voice is a bit higher-pitched than normal but still noticeably masculine.

History: Yu grew up in the suburbs of Vale, his mother a beautician and his father a Huntsman and aquarist. During his early grade-school years, he was often picked on for his girlish looks. This led to him forming friendships with many girls but few boys, and from this, he picked up interests typically considered feminine, becoming closer to his mother in the process to the (humorous) disappointment of his father. As he grew up, so did those around him, and that gave him the room to expand himself, but by that point, Yu had reached the middle-school cool stage, and all the activities he picked up were rebellious in nature. A lot of his skills went into pen-spinning and drawing (mainly graffiti at this point in time) with a little bit going into making amateur comics, and he took these skills with him all the way to Signal.

Yu entered Sanctum with the phrase "The pen is mightier than the sword" as he hoped he would be able to make it work somehow. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't great at fighting and even less so with a pen of all things. Though he didn't give up on it, he was supplied with a bow in the meantime and trained with it along with hand-to-hand combat to make sure he wasn't defenseless when engaged upon.

During one of his summer breaks, Yu decided to experiment with Dust-infused ink. At first, nothing came out of it except some cool-looking drawings, but it wasn't until he started trying to recreate glyphs that he discovered the extent of its usefulness: Yu wasn't able to make glyphs directly with his aura, but he was able to with his pen, and effectively so. With the help of his instructors, he unraveled and refined his semblance.

His remaining tenure at Sanctum was uneventful.

Personality: Yu's early period of having his friend circle consist mostly of girls set the foundation for the further development of his personality as seeds of femininity were planted and began to blossom throughout his childhood. He grew to love flowers, small or baby animals, stuffed animals, and children. Yu loves gardening and can often be found in Beacon's garden in his free time. He also finds sewing and knitting to be relaxing and cooking to be enjoyable and fulfilling.

It was later in life that Yu began to take on boyish characteristics: innocent teasing and pranking, turf tagging, and a certain chillness that is better described as relaxed than laid-back. He has earned the nickname "Yu Sonuvabitch" or "Yu sob" among his close friends because of his eagerness to constantly mess with them. He is often the one leading his friends on silly or crazy expeditions to do silly or crazy things, taking the fall if they end up getting into trouble due to their voyages. When plans start to go awry, he is quick to take a step back in order to get a grasp of the bigger picture before things crumble altogether.

It is not uncommon for certain characteristics of each side of him seep into the hobbies of the other. For instance, he enjoys drawing flowers, plushies, and nature with an urban flair

He is a kind and caring individual who loves to nurture things and watch them grow, eventually blossoming into something wonderful. He is an emotionally sensitive person, but he chooses to hide it, or at least tune it down, in favor of running a smoother, less complicated life. His negative emotions are slow to build up unless the stimuli is sharp and impactful, and if surfaced, are quick to disperse. On the other hand, his positive emotions are quick to surface and can overwhelm him if he is unable to keep them in check.

Yu is straight and is open to relationships. For better or worse, he is often described as prince-like; he is intimate, though not overly so.

Aura and Semblance:Pink Plum (#AE6576)

Yu's semblance is a variant of glyph-usage and is able to do exactly the same things, the point of difference being that he must manually weave them with his pen and can create "glyph tokens" which ready to be used anywhere and by anyone (half-life: ten days, effectively duds after twenty days; for simplicity's sake, let's say they are full power for the first ten days and half power for the following ten days) by drawing glyphs on circular tokens with Dust-infused ink. A token's strength is related to the complexity of the glyph, not the size of the glyph drawn, the simplest being as impactful as a heavy-weight's punch and the most complex (that's practical) being as impactful as artillery. He is working to establish a level above that, but for now he considers it unfeasible to complexity and instability.

On the field, he draws the glyphs directly in the air which is troublesome because the enemy can see and easily disrupt him; this typically limits him to the simpler, weaker range of glyphs.

His prepared glyph tokens are artillery-class projectiles (base: propulsion Dust) with all four elemental Dusts, repulsion Dust being added for each for an explosive effect if desired.

The aura-usage for his semblance is minuscule, but his semblance is capped by a variety of other factors, the major two being his Dust supply and time to create the glyphs. To alleviate the latte, Yu uses precise pen-spinning to speed up the process when out on the field though he is currently only capable of doing the simplest of glyphs in such a manner.

Combat Behavior: Yu's skillset lends himself to staying in the back-line so that is where he resides. Typically, he would want to rain hell on the enemies with both his tokens and manually, but because most Grimm fight in melee range, it is difficult to find space to use them without putting his teammates at risk. If that's the case and if he can't find isolated enemies, he will use his bow or less powerful glyphs to pick them of.

While he is mainly ranged, he is not completely defenseless in melee combat. Yu is proficient in hand-to-hand combat, but is edged out over those of a similar skill level who have much more experience than him (which should be most people). He also has a hard time dealing with those who have longer reach than him.

PRIMARY WEAPON

Name: Jiang

Primary Form: A 5', high-grade, aluminum folding-bow with a composite-fiber string. The bow is split into thirds: the middle section and the two arms, each half the length of the middle section, which can fold in for easy transportation. Fires normal and Dust-tipped arrows, both full light-weight metal.

Quiver holds 30 normal arrows and 15 Dust arrows of various types.

Secondary Form: When the arms are folded in, they can connect to the middle section and the middle section can split in half to form nun-chucks. This form is uncommonly used for fear of damaging the string and body of the bow.

Dust Functions: Dust-tipped arrows of various types.

History: The bow created for Yu at Signal when everyone thought he was crazy for trying to fight with a pen. While it does have a melee form, he prefers to use his fists over it.

PRIMARY WEAPON

Name: Yishu

Primary Form: A steel pen. At the blunt end is the cap in which ink cartridges are inserted. The cap is taken off with a quick few twists and if held onto the body by a wire. A button lower on the pen opens up the flow channel allowing the ink to be utilized.

Dust Functions: Carries cartridges for all pure Dust types. Fire is typically the default used for combat.

History: The bow created for Yu at Signal when everyone thought he was crazy for trying to fight with a pen. While it does have a melee form, he prefers to use his fists over it.

Hunter just gulped down noodles at unhealthy speeds as if he didn’t acknowledge Prism’s onslaught of questions. Pausing once the questions ended, Hunter went to take one last gulp and slammed down the nearly empty bowl. As a result, Hunter quickly swiped a napkin and wiped his mouth clean before talking.

”Alright, I’ll go in order.” Hunter holds out his fist to count up for each question he's going to address. ”As far as I know, only good ‘ol Amarant knows.” Second finger. ”No students know, but I try my best to sort of help any faunus students.” Third finger. ”Lived here my whole life in disguise, I can deal with something as small as racism.” Last finger, and it came with a rather cheeky smile. ”That’s an easy one. I have a rather pretty flower that makes it easy for me to enjoy each and every day.”

Hunter was confused. Why was she making a big deal out of him being a faunus? It wasn’t like it wasn’t obv- Oh. Right. That would make sense. Instead of being apologetic for unintentionally being deceitful, Hunter brings out a full on cheeky grin. ”Surprising huh? A faunus professor at one of the most racist combat academies out there.” He briefly pauses as he realized he should ease Prism’s worry about the broken cup. ”Don’t worry about the cup, you’re fine.” Whistling a little tune as he starts boiling the water for the instant noodles, he turns back to Prism as he leans on the kitchen counter. Then it got a little bit awkward since it seems that Prism was kinda in shock still and he had no idea how he should start with the whole faunus conversation. After a bit, Hunter opens his mouth as if he was going to say something until he got interrupted by the familiar sound of boiling water.

Well. Dinner is the best time to talk about things. Or is it lunch?

Looking back to Prism , Hunter gave a rather relaxed smile. ”Tell you what, if you got questions, we can talk about it while we’re eating.” At unparalleled speeds, Hunter somehow set up everything for the both of them to eat: eating utensils, ready to eat noodles, even some cups of water if they need it later. Taking a seat and instantly taking a bite of the noodles, Hunter motions for Prism to take the seat across from him.

Hunter cringes at the sound of the mug crashing into the ground. He’s definitely not telling Prim about that, lest he ends up as the scapegoat. Placing his scroll down on the kitchen counter, he put on a rather easygoing grin to tease Prism a bit. ”You gonna pay for that? Also, language.” With the grin immediately returning to a frown as he eyed the shards spread all over the floor. Being the smart man he is, Hunter just picks up all the shards and tosses them into the disposal without any regard for his own safety. Surprisingly, Hunter doesn’t seem to pick up what Prism is shocked about.

Hunter picks his scroll back up to return to his conversation with Prim, which is rather interesting.

2:21 PM <My lovely wife, Prim!> Figured you would.2:21 PM <My lovely wife, Prim!> Was prepared to do it all anyways. Matches are lackluster.2:22 PM <My lovely wife, Prim!> We'll talk about how you're going to make it up to me later...loser :^)

Hunter frowned a bit at her last comment, but he smiled in the end and typed his final response before putting the scroll back down and turning to Prism.

Sovereign frowns at the sight of his temporary allies. As if he had made up his mind about something, Sovereign quickly walked over to the greatsword girl with confidence. Any scathing remark she would’ve made in pain was quickly cut off after Sovereign knocked her out with a kick to the face. Quickly looting any of the grunts and the mercenaries of important items such as lien and any form of information. Afterwards, he pulls out a scroll from one of the grunts to make a call to the police department. After doing a quick little face voice that told them the bare minimum, he hangs up and drops the scroll onto the ground before returning to Airi and Lyra.

Sovereign kinda felt bad for Airi’s tired state, and especially for dragging them along. Therefore, his offer will make this right! Though he’s not too sure if that’s proper of him especially since he lives alone now in a nice little apartment he rented out.

”You guys wanna get dinner at my place and rest up? I’ll make sure you guys get back home after.”

Returning from the kitchen just in time to hear Prism’s question, Hunter softly grins as he thought about back then. ”Yeah. That was my team.” Moving to organize all his makeup items so that it’s not so much of a mess, Hunter couldn’t help but think more about his team. ”It was an interesting dynamic really. Leonora was like me, and Magnus was a little more like Prim.” A silly thought crossed his mind that made Hunter snort. ”When people thought about viable couples within our team, it would’ve been Magnus and Prim, then Leonora and me. Look at where we are now.”

Looking back to Prism, he motioned her to move into the kitchen. ”Go pick out a few cups and get them ready, I’m gonna go wash up real quick.” With that, Hunter quickly went upstairs to the bathroom to wash his face clean from the makeup, and proceeds to ruffle his hair so that it returns to its rather messy state. Returning to a more natural look, Hunter quickly went to the bedroom to pick up his scroll. After fumbling around a bit in the room, he finally found it and went back downstairs while he was texting Prim back at the colosseum.

As if Hunter didn’t hear it, or even ignored it, he picks up his portion of the groceries. Turning back to Prism with a full on grin, he couldn’t help but tease her a bit. ”Two of you? One is already too troublesome!” Nevertheless, Hunter would lead the way for the two as they quickly made their way to Hunter’s home, making jokes and laughing all the way.

Finally arriving at their destination, Prism would find a high class loft-style house that you’d always see in Atlas. With a rather ornate walkway made of various stones leading to the front door, the two proceed to walk down the path as Hunter struggles to find his keys until he finally fishes them out to open up the door for Prism to come in. The initial room Prism would see is a vast living room decorated with elegant couches and a fancy dining table. Normally very tidy, it seems that the room was left messy with various makeup tools and handheld mirrors all throughout the room. Farther into the living room, one would see parts of the sleek kitchen stick out. On the other side of the living room would be a staircase that would presumably lead to other living essentials.

”Well kid? Welcome to our humble abode.” Immediately after the welcoming statement, Hunter quickly went off to the kitchen to drop off all the groceries bags they were carrying. Hunter’s voice can be heard from the kitchen. ”Make yourself at home while you’re here!”

With the hand basket in his possession, Hunter took his time to check out each item since they weren’t really in a rush. As for Prism’s observation, it put a rather wistful smile on Hunter’s face. ”Yeah. I never really cared too much.” Memories of his last year at Atlas only made his smile all the more melancholic. ”After all, considering who she was and what I was, it was rather surprising that we were able to last this long.”

Doing a rather quick shake of the head to make the bad feelings go away, Hunter quickly sped through the last few items so they could finally leave the market. Placing Prism’s items into a separate bag that Hunter marked, Hunter would move to gather all the bags. Enacting his secret plan to recruit assistance, Hunter stopped dead in his tracks. Afterwards, Hunter would do a quick little spin to look back at Prism with a sheepish grin as he rubs the back of his neck. ”Uh hey… Considering I have all these bags, wanna help me take all these home? I’ll treat you to some of the noodles or somethin’.”

Hunter snorts when he hears the suspicion in Prism’s voice. ”Call it a gift for helpin’ a guy out.” A brief pause. ”Also for humoring me in terms of wits. Prim hates doing that. A real meanie if you ask me.” Hunter start to tap the floor in impatience as he waits for Prism to hand over the hand basket.

Unknowing to Prism, Hunter had an ulterior motive for his gift. Not only did she remind him of himself at times, but it was an easy way to recruit someone into carrying some of his stuff back home! It’s a win-win situation. Hunter gets to know Prism a bit more and he doesn’t have to exert that much effort into groceries!

Hearing Prism’s response to his comment about her unhealthy snacks, Hunter could only snort as he finally arrived at the self-checkout. ”We’re hunters, defenders of humanity. I’m preeeetty sure we can work through all the calories and bad health issues it brings about.” Starting to check out his own items and placing them into a set of organized bags, Hunter snarks back. ”The difference between you and me is that the crap you’re intaking will probably kill you.”

As for Prism’s second comment, Hunter could only give off a cocky grin in response. ”If I call you Prism, call me Hunter. Professor d’Azur makes it sound like I’m some old man, I’m only thirty-five y’know. Plus, little bird is a cute little nickname don’t cha think?” With all his items checked out and placing the bags into his shopping cart, Hunter holds his hand out to Prism as if he was asking for the hand basket.

Nicely placing the bouquet of flowers into his shopping cart, Hunter quietly took note of what Prism said about Nut. A harmless guy, but probably a massive womanizer. A real combo for that one. Redirecting his attention to Prism, he couldn’t help but give off a rather unprofessional answer. ”Kid seems harmless enough, so it went mostly fine.” A brief pause as Hunter seems to be thinking back to his initial meeting with Nut. ”... Actually you might wanna talk to him about his sweat problem.”

Taking a brief glance at Prism’s hand basket, Hunter felt obligated to make a comment. ”That’s very unhealthy you know.” Looking up and down the aisle, Hunter was very glad that no one was around so that he didn’t have to put up an act of sorts. ”Alright little birdy, follow me yeah?” Hunter starts to move to a self-checkout station so that Prism doesn’t have to deal with any racists while they’re finishing up.

As Hunter was pondering about the wide variety of flowers that is in front of him, a rather quiet and soft voice interrupts his thoughts. Turning his head to where the voice had came from, his eyes widen a bit as he recognizes who is the owner of the voice. With a large grin forming on his face, Hunter couldn’t help but give a boisterous greeting! ”Well if it isn’t little bird! Congratulations on your win against Smokey boy!” Looking back to the flowers with Prism’s suggestion in mind, he couldn’t but snort at one of the flower descriptions.

Patient? Prim is the complete opposite of that one.

However, Hunter didn’t have any better options as he started to put together the flowers that he was suggested. Being how he is, Hunter started up some small talk. ”So, how did you feel about Nut joining us in the announcer booth? I had felt some slight regret after your teammate’s… request.” Carefully putting the flowers together the best he could in a rather nice bouquet, Hunter could only wait for Prism’s opinions about their little intro.